towerofanimus | This is not the home I know

Characters: Guy and some of you people out there!
Setting: Room 5-02, the Dormitory levels, Floor 5, and Floor 38.
Format: Preference is brackets, but I'll follow suit.
Summary: When Guy left out on a journey, this is not where he was expecting to end up.
Warnings: Nothing for right now.

ROOM 5-02

[It was a horrifying sensation, not to remember where exactly you were. It was dark and a little bit cold. He could feel and hear. But for an agonizingly long moment, he couldn't do anything else. Words were caught in his throat, and he can feel that flicker of concern rising from deep in his gut. Was it just a nightmare? Maybe he'd drift back to sleep soon...

It's only when that concern slowly turns to panic that Guy's eyes suddenly snap open, breath coming hard as he yanks himself to a sitting position. Was it a dream? Where---

Where is he?

His fingers travel to his neck, eyes scanning the room for anything familiar as he tries to remain calm. These clothes... he's never seen anything like them before. And what the hell was this collar doing around his neck? The note on his bedstand is snatched up and read, but quickly put away soon afterwards.

"Let's all be happy here?" His brow furrows.]

Nice idea. Not sure how happy I'm feeling right now, though. More like I'm being held prisoner or something...

[Happiness wasn't really on his list of things to feel right about now. Not with how little they've seemed to tell him. And especially not if Auldrant's really gone...]

DORMITORY LEVELS

[After a simple change of clothes, Guy goes off to wander. It only takes a little bit of exploring his dormitory halls for Guy to realize just how bare the bedrooms around him are. He can't be the only one around here, right? Peeking in every doorway is starting to get a little tiring, and with no sound and no activity from any of these rooms, he's beginning to get the idea that not many other people live here.

Or, rather, not in this part of the building. Hopefully.

He's not quite in the mood to walk all the way down the stairs. So after a moment's hesitation, he heads upwards, only to find more rooms... and a much larger amount of people. He'll poke his head through the halls of each level, a reigned sense of urgency and concern behind his steps. He will stop if he's spoken to, but for the most part, he looks as if he's searching for someone in particular.]

FLOOR 5

[To be fair, he'd stepped onto the floor purely by accident. And for a very long moment, he didn't regret it whatsoever. The technology that suddenly surrounds him is absolutely astonishing, and had it not been in use, he would probably have been all over it to see how exactly it worked. For the time being, he watches from a distance and observes, awe in his eyes like a kid at a candy store.

That is, until someone directs him to the viewfinders. To see the somewhat familiar terrain of Auldrant in complete ruins, with not even the pool of mud and miasma remaining, strikes Guy cold from the minute he looks. For a long while, it's all he can do - view his world as much as possible and see if anything - anyone - might have survived. The more he watches, the more somber he grows, and he eventually turns away with a bitter disgust.

If this was some sort of joke, it wasn't funny in the least.]

FLOOR 38

[Something about the glass walls and layers of cloud and fog draw Guy off the staircase and into the lounge. He's seen Auldrant in ruins by now, yes. What kind of world had he been dumped on in the process, then?

There may be other people in the room, to which he'll nod his greeting with a tired smile, but he's decided to casually find a spot of these endless windows to lean against, taking a good look down as he does so.]

Man. How high up does this place really go...?

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[--and three floors of stairs is about all he can manage before his stomach violently starts to protest, the color completely draining from his face in the process. He stumbles, immediately kneeling down on the stairs with a hand clamped against his mouth, palette already on fire with the taste of bile and desperately trying to swallow back anything else.]

...Guy?!

[Tear had been side eyeing him just a bit as they walked, as he had been looking pretty... unwell. So she quickly crouched next to him, trying to discern what was wrong. She was almost ready to use a healing Arte on him, when it dawned on her.]

You... said you ate a cake earlier, didn't you?

[She stayed next to him, but maybe scooted backward just a bit to make sure she was out of the line of fire.]

Y-yeah, but... I didn't think there was anything... wrong with it---

[Oh hell no suddenly fighting the urge to just heave all over the floor. Okay, no more talking from him, he is just going to crouch over with a shudder and keep his head down. Maybe it'll just pass on its own...]

[If it were anyone else, they might have gotten an awkward consoling pat. But since it was Guy... She actually just game him space.]

There probably wasn't anything wrong with it. You really do have to eat oatmeal first.

[It's okay, Tear, he would probably be aware of how pathetic he looked right now had "trying not to puke" not been such an immediate necessity.]

Wh... w-what, you mean out of anything?

[He sounds more than a little incredulous. Oatmeal as the first meal was fine, but what, everything else was supposed to make you sick until then? Really? :(]

[She actually turned away a bit, so if he did come to that realization, he wouldn't have an audience!]

I... thought you already knew. They have a way of enforcing that rule. Making you unable to eat anything else first.

Well y-yeah, if I had known, I wouldn't hav--

[...Well, he wouldn't have bothered. But there's no point in saying that now.

Especially since his words are being cut of by a sudden choke, a failed attempt at a swallow, and suddenly doubling over as he gags, heaving the contents of his stomach right onto the stairwell.

Eugh.]

[WELL now you know, Guy! IF it was any consolation, Tear would have performed a healing Arte on him if it would have helped! But since it wouldn't have, she simply edged a little further away and gave him some time to recover.]

[Thankfully, it does not last too long. There's a shudder and a dry cough. Breathing, okay. Okay, are we done? Is that it? Guy gives himself a long moment to wait for anything else that might come up before shakily removing a glove, wiping at his mouth with his sleeve.]

S-sorry.

[She nodded, glancing over her shoulder at him.]

It's alright. Are you feeling better?

Hahah... ah, more or less. [His voice is a little hoarse, but he's still shakily rising to his feet without looking like he's going to keel over again. Forward progress!]

I probably should wash my mouth out... ah, and let someone know this needs to be cleaned up...

...I'm not sure there's anyone to tell. But we can get water in the cafeteria.

[AND she began to lead the way down the stairs again, because Guy was probably fine! And who wants to hang around puke all day?]

So wait, we just leave it on the steps like this--? [Oh shoot, she's on the move. Guess that's a yes.

Guy sighs roughly, watching his step as he moves to catch up with her. Had she just read something into that note that he hadn't? Or...]

...Tear, how long have you been here?

28 days.

[She didn't LOOK as if that phased her in any way. Especially since she knew Luke had endured much longer.]

Twenty-eight... [That explains her casual knowledge, then. But half a month? Stuck in a place like this? Granted, it IS Tear. Leave it to the soldier to still remain calm about things, even after a length of time.]

Are there people around who've been here longer than that?

This is not the home I know

okay we'll just end it here

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ONLY IN ANIMUS--

hahaha poor guy...

he was only trying to be nice D':

niceness is punished in animus!

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